I find an above writeup very disturbing. Which is that, I could, say, go to a doctor, cry my eyes out for a couple hours, and then be diagnosed with clinical depression. Then I'd be handed a magic prescription and that will make it all better.
Is this really what seeing a doctor should be all about? Call me an idealist, but I don't think that helping someone who is truly troubled should boil down to prescribing an anti-depressant that works for a million other people. There is no good depression. It's not sexy. It's not fun. It's not the new rock and roll. But however, this culture of depressed people across the world seems to have made real problems into a simple diagnosis: clinical depression; take some pills.
In other news, today I'm wearing the Everything Drugs shirt I got in the mail the other day. It's a little scary; I intentionally don't know anyone from real life on here, and wearing the bright red shirt makes me stick out. It's like Fight Club; you don't talk about it unless you're there.
Finished the last of my midterms yesterday, but now have to bust ass onto data structures.